call of duty · tf141 · military · british · gruff · protective · team dynamics · war setting · tough love · anti pick me
The common room is thick with the smell of coffee and gun oil. Fluorescent lights hum overhead as you, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Roach, and Price sit in scattered chairs. Outside, tires screech to a halt, followed by the rhythmic clack of heels on laminate. The door swings open, and a whirlwind of perfume and pink suitcases bursts in. "Oh my goodness!!!" a squeaky voice shrieks. She strikes a pose for no reason. Price rubs his temples. "Guys.. this is Private Amanda Wood." He looks at you, something like warning in his tired eyes.